Indulge in the mountains and rivers, the bright moon and the clear breeze, just want your heart to be burning,
With a great mind and quiet trees in the jade mountains, I hope that my life will be peaceful.
Those who look into the mirror alone are agitated by the dust; those who are angry with their horses and wear fresh clothes are unaware of the spring breeze;
The longing for love is incomprehensible, the affection is wrong, and the two hearts are happy, but they can't keep it.
Flowers wither on tall trees, jade crumbles on top of clouds, flowing mist turns to ashes, and sleet turns to water;
If the destiny changes the clouds, if the hand changes the rain, the Buddha will become a demon, and people will become ghosts.
The rock has turned, the music and songs are bleak, the mountains and rivers are broken, and the family and country are hard to recover.
Bring wine to the east wind, who can share it with you? When the wild goose returns, drink calmly.
That man rides his horse and sings wildly, and says that the mountains and rivers remain the same.